The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: 150+ Titles in One Edition. Oscar Wilde

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      SALOMÉ

       Who is he, the Son of Man? Is he as beautiful as thou art, Iokanaan?

      IOKANAAN

       Get thee behind me! I hear in the palace the beating of the wings of the angel of death.

      THE YOUNG SYRIAN

       Princess, I beseech thee to go within.

      IOKANAAN

       Angel of the Lord God, what dost thou here with thy sword? Whom seekest thou in this palace? The day of him who shall die in a robe of silver has not yet come.

      SALOMÉ

       Iokanaan!

      IOKANAAN

      Who speaketh?

      SALOMÉ

       I am amorous of thy body, Iokanaan! Thy body is white, like the lilies of a field that the mower hath never mowed. Thy body is white like the snows that lie on the mountains of Judæa, and come down into the valleys. The roses in the garden of the Queen of Arabia are not so white as thy body. Neither the roses of the garden of the Queen of Arabia, the garden of spices of the Queen of Arabia, nor the feet of the dawn when they light on the leaves, nor the breast of the moon when she lies on the breast of the sea … . There is nothing in the world so white as thy body. Suffer me to touch thy body.

      IOKANAAN

       Back! daughter of Babylon! By woman came evil into the world. Speak not to me. I will not listen to thee. I listen but to the voice of the Lord God.

      SALOMÉ

       Thy body is hideous. It is like the body of a leper. It is like a plastered wall, where vipers have crawled; like a plastered wall where the scorpions have made their nest. It is like a whited sepulchre, full of loathsome things. It is horrible, thy body is horrible. It is of thy hair that I am enamoured, Iokanaan. Thy hair is like clusters of grapes, like the clusters of black grapes that hang from the vine-trees of Edom in the land of the Edomites. Thy hair is like the cedars of Lebanon, like the great cedars of Lebanon that give their shade to the lions and to the robbers who would hide them by day. The long black nights, when the moon hides her face, when the stars are afraid, are not so black as thy hair. The silence that dwells in the forest is not so black. There is nothing in the world that is so black as thy hair … . Suffer me to touch thy hair.

      IOKANAAN

       Back, daughter of Sodom! Touch me not. Profane not the temple of the Lord God.

      SALOMÉ

       Thy hair is horrible. It is covered with mire and dust. It is like a crown of thorns placed on thy head. It is like a knot of serpents coiled round thy neck. I love not thy hair … . It is thy mouth that I desire, Iokanaan. Thy mouth is like a band of scarlet on a tower of ivory. It is like a pomegranate cut in twain with a knife of ivory. The pomegranate flowers that blossom in the gardens of Tyre, and are redder than roses, are not so red. The red blasts of trumpets that herald the approach of kings, and make afraid the enemy, are not so red. Thy mouth is redder than the feet of those who tread the wine in the wine-press. It is redder than the feet of the doves who inhabit the temples and are fed by the priests. It is redder than the feet of him who cometh from a forest where he hath slain a lion, and seen gilded tigers. Thy mouth is like a branch of coral that fishers have found in the twilight of the sea, the coral that they keep for the kings! … It is like the vermilion that the Moahites find in the mines of Moab, the vermilion that the kings take from them. It is like the bow of the King of the Persians, that is painted with vermilion, and is tipped with coral. There is nothing in the world so red as thy mouth … . Suffer me to kiss thy mouth.

      IOKANAAN

       Never! daughter of Babylon! Daughter of Sodom! never!

      SALOMÉ

       I will kiss thy mouth, Iokanaan. I will kiss thy mouth.

      THE YOUNG SYRIAN

       Princess, Princess, thou who art like a garden of myrrh, thou who art the dove of all doves, look not at this man, look not at him! Do not speak such words to him. I cannot endure it… Princess, do not speak these things.

      SAL0ME

       I will kiss thy mouth, Iokanaan.

      THE YOUNG SYRIAN

       Ah! (He kills himself, and falls between Salomé and lokanaan.)

      THE PAGE OF HERODIAS

       The young Syrian has slain himself! The young captain has slain himself! He has slain himself who was my friend! I gave him a little box of perfumes and earrings wrought in silver, and now he has killed himself! Ah, did he not say that some misfortune would happen? I, too, said it, and it has come to pass. Well I knew that the moon was seeking a dead thing, but I knew not that it was he whom she sought. Ah! why did I not hide him from the moon? If I had hidden him in a cavern she would not have seen him.

      FIRST SOLDIER

       Princess, the young captain has just slain himself.

      SALOMÉ

       Suffer me to kiss thy mouth, Iokanaan.

      IOKANAAN

       Art thou not afraid, daughter of Herodias? Did I not tell thee that I had heard in the palace the beating of the wings of the angel of death, and hath he not come, the angel of death?

      SALOMÉ

       Suffer me to kiss thy mouth.

      IOKANAAN

       Daughter of adultery, there is but one who can save thee. It is He of whom I spake. Go seek Him. He is in a boat on the sea of Galilee, and He talketh with His disciples. Kneel down on the shore of the sea, and call unto Him by His name. When He cometh to thee, and to all who call on Him He cometh, bow thyself at His feet and ask of Him the remission of thy sins.

      SALOMÉ

       Suffer me to kiss thy mouth.

      IOKANAAN

       Cursed be thou! daughter of an incestuous mother, be thou accursed!

      SALOMÉ

       I will kiss thy mouth, Iokanaan.

      IOKANAAN

       I will not look at thee. Thou art accursed, Salomé, thou art accursed. (He goes down into the cistern.)

      SALOMÉ

       I will kiss thy mouth, Iokanaan; I will kiss thy mouth.

      FIRST SOLDIER

       We must bear away the body to another place. The Tetrarch does not care to see dead bodies, save the bodies of those whom he himself has slain.

      THE PAGE OF HERODIAS

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